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Simples: The Joy of Reading KateLynn Hibbard's New Book

Kate lyn Hibbard, Poet and Professor

I have been a huge fan of Kate lyn Hibbard's work since her first book, Sleeping Upside Down, was published in 2006. She followed this up with her luscious collection, Sweet Weight. And now, after way too many years, her third full length collection, Simples, published by Howling Bird Press has just been released --- a haunting collection of historical poetry inspired by women’s experiences living on the Great Plains frontier. This is a book you do not want to miss. And while the music of the lines allows you to feel you are floating across the page, there is also true pathos in the work. Hibbard time travels through the Great Plains employing a variety of personas: healer, teacher, locust swarm and Jewish bride-to-be. In a lesser poet's hands these characters might seem contrived but not in Hibbard's.Trees bowed over with the weight of them and they ate---the tall grass the wheat the corn the sunflowersthe oats the barley the buckwheat the bark (from Swarm) The poems accrue and create a dreamscape of life where the work is unrelenting and the landscape both awe inspiring and cruel. Hibbard's background in Women's Studies (both as a poet and a scholar) is integral to this project. The End Notes allow the reader to understand a time period and landscape that some of us, myself included, may have little experience with and yet the poems transport us:White cambric petticoat torn from a gown,White lace refinement on tarpaper walls,Fashioned from newspaper, cheesecloth, and sheets,Cut out from calico, brightened with ribbon, (from Curtains)

A variety of traditional and received forms create a collage effect that keeps the collection constantly surprising in the best way. Hibbard is a lyrical private detective conjuring the lives of women whose struggles and joys are largely unknown (at least to this reader).And because many of the poems work in sequences and I dislike excerpting poems so, here is one poem in its entirety.Orthography, 1895Before we came to Kansas girls like mehad to fein being vain. I spend all dayon the claim, drive horses like a teamster.Miss Sims says my prospects have been razed, butthis place is in my veins. I'm up before the sun's rays pass the weather vane, feign to beatany man at my trade. When harvestkeeps me from Sabbath, the fields are my fane.I love this poem, maybe more importantly, I believe this poem. Simples opens up and complicates the lives of these women with new narratives focused on the female body and delivered in voices that are strong, varied, and nuanced.And because we notice these things but often they go unsaid, Simples also has a gorgeous cover. Treat the poet in your life, treat yourself.